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I was gifted my first hunting knife when I turned 10 by my grandfather. It was a fixed blade with a clip point made from an old file with a handle of deer antler. He showed me how to field dress a deer with it later that year on a little doe that became the first one I ever shot. It got lots of use from deer, turkey, doves, and ducks growing up.
Over the last 2-3 years I've gotten more interested in knives and I've looked for that knife several times and have not been able to find it. It had to have gotten lost in the move when I got married. It's been killing me not having that first knife, especially since it was a gift from my grandfather who I owe a lot of my personality to. He passed away two years ago from complications associated with dementia. I look for it every time I go back to my parent's house. I hope that one day it will turn up.
We've always spent Christmas Eve at my grandparent's house. This year was no different. After supper my youngest brother, cousin, and I were looking through the safes that housed what was left of his gun collection. In one of his pistol safes, I spotted what looked like a knife sheath. I asked and my brother said it was and that there were several knives in it. I don't know how I missed those over this years, but I quickly made my way to it to look them over. I found a Marttiini knife, a generic NWTF fixed blade, and an old, black leather Buck knife sheath. Inside that old Buck sheath was a knife similar to what I was missing, the one I knew my grandfather to carry on his hip on all our hunting trips together. My grandmother had no problem with me taking it home to keep. I also have some of his pocket knives, but this one means much more to me. I still hope to find my own knife one day, but I'm grateful to have the one I do now.
Over the last 2-3 years I've gotten more interested in knives and I've looked for that knife several times and have not been able to find it. It had to have gotten lost in the move when I got married. It's been killing me not having that first knife, especially since it was a gift from my grandfather who I owe a lot of my personality to. He passed away two years ago from complications associated with dementia. I look for it every time I go back to my parent's house. I hope that one day it will turn up.
We've always spent Christmas Eve at my grandparent's house. This year was no different. After supper my youngest brother, cousin, and I were looking through the safes that housed what was left of his gun collection. In one of his pistol safes, I spotted what looked like a knife sheath. I asked and my brother said it was and that there were several knives in it. I don't know how I missed those over this years, but I quickly made my way to it to look them over. I found a Marttiini knife, a generic NWTF fixed blade, and an old, black leather Buck knife sheath. Inside that old Buck sheath was a knife similar to what I was missing, the one I knew my grandfather to carry on his hip on all our hunting trips together. My grandmother had no problem with me taking it home to keep. I also have some of his pocket knives, but this one means much more to me. I still hope to find my own knife one day, but I'm grateful to have the one I do now.
